Flight of the Bird. Major edit by lostsanityreturned, literature
Literature
Flight of the Bird. Major edit
Flight of the bird
A dead bird rests on my window ledge
Beyond the pane of glass separating two worlds.
In my minds eye I can see it blinking and cocking its head, its eye swaying from its open socket.
Shuddering at the thought even stranger thoughts start to enter my mind.
I can imagine it saying "will you not let me in, it is awfully cold out".
It speaks to me in an elegant English accent, each word perfectly pronounced.
Lost in thought for many minutes, it is all I could do to look upon its grizzled form.
I had never seen an animal look as still... lifeless before.
The bird itself or what was left of it was a mixture of scarce fea
Short story of sorts. WIP by lostsanityreturned, literature
Literature
Short story of sorts. WIP
I awoke to the semi darkness of a sunset that is slowly burning down to its last embers of light and giving way to the lightless world of night.
I focus on slowly getting out of bed, being careful not to knock my head on the low roof of the tiny attic room that had originally been intended to be my study and had later turned into an amalgamation of sleeping quarter, dining room, entertainment area and its original purpose of being a study although admittedly using it as an study seemed to be a thing done very little of late.
Touching the touch light beside me a few times till the room was lit, I mused once again to myself how I had ended up
Flight of the Bird. Major edit by lostsanityreturned, literature
Literature
Flight of the Bird. Major edit
Flight of the bird
A dead bird rests on my window ledge
Beyond the pane of glass separating two worlds.
In my minds eye I can see it blinking and cocking its head, its eye swaying from its open socket.
Shuddering at the thought even stranger thoughts start to enter my mind.
I can imagine it saying "will you not let me in, it is awfully cold out".
It speaks to me in an elegant English accent, each word perfectly pronounced.
Lost in thought for many minutes, it is all I could do to look upon its grizzled form.
I had never seen an animal look as still... lifeless before.
The bird itself or what was left of it was a mixture of scarce fea
SEE? YOU GET MESSAGES! By the time you read this, you'll probably have forgotten what we were talking about, pertaining to messages, and so will I. So I'll just look like an ass.